About two minutes after I rose from this spot on Upper Brookbank, I flatted. Just like that. No warning: pssssffffttt! Everything's so dry, I musta missed a rock buried in the moondust and tombstoned it. Went flat fast. Put a little wobble in my front wheel, too. Gotta whap it pretty hard to put a wobble in your wheel. That's what I always say.
Columbines are out this week, in case you care. Lupines are trying hard to get started, too. Tough going for wildflowers in these conditions, I think.
Rode home down Weenies Walk with the wobble after fixing the flat (snake-bit, natch) and, after washing the stinging sunscreen off my face, set the wheel in the stand to get it true again.
Put some music on, to set the mood; wheel truing's got kinda a focused rhythm to it, so music helps.
It may come as no surprise to learn that my iPod's playlist is pretty predictable: Radiohead, Travis, Wilco, Calexico, Neil Young, Killers, Thievery Corp, Interpol, Zero 7... you get the picture. But there are a few rather girlie gems buried in there, too, just because I like them... Not ashamed to admit that my regular playlist includes some Rosie Thomas, a little Sophie Madeline, and The Bird and the Bee, as well.
|Paulina Rubio -- Y Yo Sigo Aqui |
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Hope you like it, too.